The old priest of the fishman asked the guests when they would get this inscription.
But the guest replied, "I want to see it with my own eyes."
From any perspective, this is a very classic "answer question", but in this smoky fish-skin tent, Zheng Qing's somewhat vague answer did not arouse any doubts.
None of the adult wizards present had a deviation in their understanding.
Everyone looked at the stone platform at the end of the long table. While looking at the stone platform, Zheng Qing glanced at the row of choirs composed of small fishmen. If you remember correctly, the next sacrifice required them to sing hymns.
But after this glance, the boy felt a little chill again on his back.
The little fish people didn't make any trouble. They were staring at Boseidon and comparing with each other for endurance. What made Zheng Qing feel cold was that the two cats - the game of the black gem cat and the white jade cat - the game of the claws of the claws continued, but this time, there was an abrupt tail tip between the two small claws.
A piece of cyan, furry tail tip.
The game is being flexibly and happily inserted between two small paws.
The boy could guess who its owner was without going up the tip of the tail. To be precise, this was not a guess, but a clue. He subconsciously swung his eyes and looked at the big fox sitting on the other side of him, but saw that she still looked lazy and reserved, as if he didn't know that she had a piece of tail behind everyone's back to play games.
The boy quickly withdrew his gaze, looked at his nose and his nose, and thought about ending today's harsh market trip early.
“…Do you see it with your own eyes?”
The voice of the old priest from the long table came from the sound of the fishman. It touched the pocket that had just been stuffed into the jade coins, let out a long sigh, and its expression became solemn from the charity: "——Yagneg! Yagneg! Our God!"
These words are like ringtones before class or professor's whip.
The little fish who were staring at the little fox with his big eyes stood up straight, and arranged in a neat manner. He put his hands in front of his abdomen, raised his head and chest, held up their clean and soft fins, and sang in a crisp and ethereal voice.
"Yagneg! Yageng!"
"Our God!"
"All knees will bow to me!"
"All tens of people will admit it to me..."
The old fishman grabbed the bone staff, stood up with difficulty, took a breath, slowly moved to the stone platform, then lifted up his worn robe, revealing his skinny blue-black knees, and kowtowed in front of the stone platform.
At some point, Zheng Qing was very worried that it would never get up again if it kowtowed.
Fortunately, no such tragedy happened.
After getting up again, the old priest of the fishman stroked the heavy cloak on the stone platform, chanted prayers in his mouth, and danced clumsy and strange dance steps under his feet. Finally, he took the bone staff handed over by the little fishman and lifted the cloak, revealing the "Agenieg" on the stone platform.
A skull that looks like an octopus.
The upper part of His skull was the human skull, and the lower part was the tentacles of eight octopus crawling. After the cloak was lifted, the originally "sleeping" tentacles "awakened" one after another and squirmed weakly on the stone platform.
The old priest took out a few pieces of dry moss from his sleeve.
Thrown into the stone plate on the armrests on both sides of the stone platform, the blue-black flame suddenly stood up, twisting in the stone plate, dancing, making a tiny beep sound.
It threw in a few more animal bones and bamboo cards.
The rich smoke immediately rose from the plate and filled the entire tent in a moment.
The old priest took a deep breath, picked up the skull of "Yagneg" and signaled Zheng Qing to step forward. But in front of the stone platform, it hunched its back and lowered its head, and did not immediately put the skull on the boy's head.
It looked at the young witch in front of it, and its turbid eyes looked a little dull, but its voice had a hint of sharpness that had never been seen before: "——Dear guest, I don't know where your inscription comes from, nor what you want to see, nor how many lives the vortex of war and blood would sweep into. But I can see from your eyes cautious, uneasy, and obscure but firm anger."
Speaking of this, it paused, its eyes slid over the other young wizards in the tent one by one, and finally fell on the big blue fox, lowering its head again: "——As we all know, 'beauty' has the magic of healing the soul. Just like 'love'. Beauty and ugliness, love and hate, these ancient and monotonous words have very powerful magic. A heart full of anger can destroy the world, and a heart full of joy and forgiveness can eliminate all sadness and disputes..."
The young wizards in the tent exchanged glances with each other in a little cramped manner.
No matter how many philosophical things the old fishman showed before, he was a well-known fortune teller and spokesperson for a totem god. No one knows how much spiritual consciousness the gods it worshipped gave it, and how many terrifying scenes it saw, so that it could give such a cautious but tactful reminder in front of a great wizard.
"whispering sound--"
The big fox opened his eyes slightly, his tone with a hint of disdain: "Do you know who your tone reminds me of? The crows who made trouble at school a few days ago."
As soon as the word "crow" was released, except for the little fishman and Poseidon immersed in the chant, all the wizards' expressions became serious. Some people, such as Zheng Qing, even held their breath.
It’s a pity that the big fox did not continue to discuss this word, and the tone of the conversation changed slightly.
"—The alliance is always short of people who think they are the saviors. For hundreds or even thousands of years, new organizations and new groups of believers will always appear... with stupid and simple beliefs and feel that they are different. But in fact, everyone is the same."
Speaking of this, she looked at the old priest of the fishman deeply and shook her ears: "...same stupidity, same dullness, same mistakes, and same mistakes. Do you know what it was?"
She suddenly tilted her head and looked at Zheng Qing.
The boy shook his head decisively.
"It's arrogant."
The big blue fox stared into the boy's eyes and said softly: "Denied, atonement, and seeking forgiveness are all arrogant behaviors of the perpetrators. Just like the old saying, weakness and ignorance are not reasons for disgust, but arrogance is."
The old priest sighed again.
"Sit on."
It said to Zheng Qing.
Following Xiao Xiao's way of memory, the witch climbed onto the stone chair on the stone platform, took the "Yagneg Essence" handed over by the little fish people, pinched her nose and poured it into her mouth - the bowl of bright fish roe tasted good.
Jiang Yu was the same as last year, with a stern face and no sound. But unlike last year, this year, she didn't need to cover Boseidong's eyes because there were several big furry tails doing this for her.
The big blue fox squinted his eyes and looked at the old fishman with a little displeasure.
Before Zheng Qing could drop the small bowl in his hand, the old fishman quickly pressed the skull of "Yagneg" on his head.
The eight tentacles of the octopus skull shook violently like an electric shock, stretched straight, then collapsed, and then shook again. The whole process didn't last long, until a satisfied sigh came from the black mouth of the octopus skull:
"ah……"
"Click..."
Two completely opposite voices rang out almost at the same time.
In the eyes of everyone.
A subtle and deep crack appeared on the skull of Yageng, the god worshipped by the fish people. The crack spread rapidly and turned into a spider web in a moment.